Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.